From Burlesque to Mediocre

from burlesque to mediocre

three sheets shy from jovial 

to the deadbeat bug of drugs home occupation.

with Cohen at a funfair

a secret life on borrowed time

hounding horse each chapters line

drunk beyond belief on a club cream soda;

anxiety in a plastic bag of air

panic comes and grows it's kisses deep

deeper than the stretch-marks on my cheeks

flamenco red

plucking strings in favour of a trade;

he of fire

laborious beneath a quilt of orange skin

safe from felines furballs

twisting through the sinews like a king

waiting for an encore

far left of centre 

to Montreal for the splendour of her Spring;

near midnight now the sleepless spread their wings

a kiss from the ghost of Joan of Arc

and see what the future brings;